In just a moment, Tang Ruowei and Meng Shuang had already escaped hundreds of yards away, both women looking back at the destructive power of the white bones with palpitations in their eyes.
But the next instant, both women's pupils contracted, as Cui Yangsheng still emerged from the many spatial rifts.
Although his clothes were ragged, he hadn't sustained serious injuries.
"This old guy is so strong, he's unscathed even after the explosion!"
Meng Shuang covered her mouth, dismayed that her strongest trump card had failed; her father had told her that as long as she detonated these white bones, anyone under Nascent Soul close to the explosion would be killed.
"You destroyed one of my magical treasures; you deserve to die. I will use you to feed my fog insects," Cui Yangsheng declared with a cold expression.
In his hand was a black bracelet which was now broken into two pieces.
This was his only magical treasure.
